The United States of Hetalia

Chapter 12 *Italy's POV*

"EEEEEK! Oh my gawsh, he's sooooo cute!" that was the last thing I heard before I was smashed onto the ground by something fast and very heavy. I flapped my arms around, trying to get someone to move whatever was on top of me. I heard some muffled voices, and then someone finally moved it… I couldn't feel my legs.

"Washington, I think you might have uh… squished him."

"Don't be silly Oregon, people don't die from getting glomped! They just don't!"

"I don't know, he looks pretty dead to me…" Something poked at the back of my head.

"Hey," came the person apparently called Washington "You're not dead, are you? Please tell me you're not dead. I need you to not be dead." I managed to push myself up from the floor with my one un-squished arm, and something else helped me up the rest of the way.

"HA! I told you he wasn't dead! Aaw, wookit, isn't he the cutest?" I couldn't reach my flag to tell the scary girls that I surrendered please don't eat me! Finally, someone else stepped in and made her put me down. She kinda dropped me in the process, so my face was squished against the carpet again. I couldn't find the strength to stand up again, but I finally had access to my white flag. I weakly waved it from my place on the ground.

"Veeeh, I surrender, don't eat meeeee…"

"If you didn't kill him this time, I'm not keeping the opportunity open again." Someone else peeled my face off the carpet. I looked up and it was a pretty girl with fluffy brown hair.

"I'm really sorry about that, she gets carried away sometimes."

Wow, this was a reeeaally short chapter. Sorry guys, once I get a better notebook with more lines on each page (and hopefully bigger pages) I'll be able to write more. Good news; I'm almost done writing chapter 57!... so I have a lot of typing to catch up on…